wo whole days going
to Tunbridge, and one day or two he might stay there. Is not the poor
wretch who is left for execution at Newgate thankful for even two or
three days of respite?

You see, we have only indicated, we have not chosen to describe,
at length, Mr. Harry Warrington's condition, or that utter depth of
imbecility into which the poor young wretch was now plunged. Some boys
have the complaint of love favourably and gently. Others, when they get
the fever, are sick unto death with it; or, recovering, carry the marks
of the malady down with them to the grave, or to remotest old age.
I say, it is not fair to take down a young fellow's words when he is
raging in that delirium. Suppose he is in love with a woman twice as old
as himself; have we not all read of the young gentleman who committed
suicide in consequence of his fatal passion for Mademoiselle Ninon de
l'Enclos who turned out to be his grandmother? Suppose thou art making
an ass of thyself, young Harry Warrington, of Virginia! are there not
people in England who heehaw too? Kick and abuse him, you who have never
brayed; but bear with him, all honest fellow-cardophagi: long-eared
messmates, recognise a brother-donkey!

"You will stay with us for a day or two at the Wells," Madame Bernstein
continued. "You will see us put into our lodgings. Then you can return
to Castlewood and the partridge-shooting, and all the fine things which
you and my lord are to study together."

Harry bowed an acquiescence. A whole week of heaven! Life was not
altogether a blank, then.

"And as there is sure to be plenty of company at the Wells, I shall be
able to present you," the lady graciously added.

"Company! ah! I shan't need company," sighed out Harry. "I mean that I
shall be quite contented in the company of you two ladies," he added,
eagerly; and no doubt Mr. Will wondered at his cousin's taste.

As this was to be the last night of cousin Harry's present visit to
Castlewood, cousin Will suggested that he, and his reverence, and
Warrington should meet at the quarters of the latter and make up
accounts, to which process, Harry, being a considerable winner in his
play transactions with the two gentlemen, had no objection. Accordingly,
when the ladies retired for the night, and my lord withdrew--as his
custom was--to his own apartments, the three gentlemen all found
themselves assembled in Mr. Harry's little room before the punch-bowl,
which was Will's usual midnight c